domestic violence man

"Hmm..." Jiang Yan swallowed the pill, still muttering about the pain in his butt.

Tan Tianzheng turned him over and carefully applied medicine to his swollen buttocks.

The dizzy Jiang Yan only felt a burst of coolness in his buttocks, diluting the burning heat that made him restless, and then he lay down on the bed and gradually fell into sleep.

When I woke up again, it seemed to be nearing the morning.

The bedroom was in a daze, and when he heard the steady breathing coming from beside him, Jiang Yan realized that he was pillowing on Tan Tianzheng's arms.

The warmth and strength of the man's arms brought an indescribable sense of security. Jiang Yan was a little pleased and moved closer.

After leaning contentedly for a while, Jiang Yan got up cautiously again, rummaged through his mobile phone, and found the power button in the dim light.

As soon as he turned on the phone, he received dozens of missed call IDs. Jiang Yan looked through it. His father called five, his mother called more than a dozen, and Luo Bin also called a lot. He stared at the caller. After thinking about it on the screen, he sent a WeChat message to Luo Bin: "What do you want from me?"

Luo Bin replied quickly as usual: "I was scared to death buddy, I thought something happened to you?! The phone can't get through."

"It's okay, I drank too much."

Jiang Yan nestled back on the bed again, nestled into Tan Tianzheng's arms, and turned the phone to silent, for fear of disturbing Tan Tianzheng's rest.

"It's fine." Luo Bin returned a reassuring expression, and said, "Didn't I mention that Qin Yuan before, guess what?"

Seeing this name, Jiang Yan became interested: "What's the matter?"

"This afternoon, that Qin Yuan participated in an interview for some reason. From the beginning to the end, he pretended to be Tan Tianzheng's fiancée. Anyway, he was very sweet."

Seeing the words sent by Luo Bin, Jiang Yan pursed his lips with a bad face, and searched the latest news of Qin Yuan on the Internet, and sure enough, he saw an interview with an XX women's magazine. He gritted his teeth and replied to Luo Bin : "It's just a pheasant interview, it can't hold any scene."

After sending it, he added another sentence: "Tan Tian just won't marry her, he likes men!"

Luo Bin sent a series of shocked expressions: "How do you know?"

"Because Tan Tianzheng is sleeping next to me." Jiang Yan looked at the line of words sent out, and heard the deep breathing of the man beside him, feeling a little sweet for a moment.

But Luo Bin, who was having fun at the bar, suddenly stopped and stared at the phone screen, with a froze smile on his face.

"No way, aren't you on good terms with Mr. Luo? Don't fool me, buddy." With the last bit of hope, Luo Bin sent the message.

Jiang Yan responded quickly: "Let me tell you a secret, I broke up with Luo Ran, don't reveal it to my buddies."

Luo Bin was clutching the phone, with a very scary expression on his face. The dancer at the side saw him and quickly put the wine to his mouth, fearing that he was not enthusiastic enough to offend this handsome guy.

"Young Master Luo, keep drinking..." the voices of the surrounding beauties were delicate.

However, Luo Bin suddenly overturned the table and smashed the phone on the ground: "Get out, fuck me--!"

There were screams from the box, and the dancers ran out quickly, not daring to provoke this uncertain rich young man again.

Seeing that Luo Bin did not reply for a long time, Jiang Yan put down his mobile phone and looked at Tan Tianzheng's sleeping face in the dim light.

I have to say that Tan Tianzheng is actually very suitable for him.

In terms of appearance alone, Jiang Yan likes this kind of stern and angular face, which looks mature and manly, and his body is also first-class sexy and tense, especially when he hugs him, it makes him fascinated... Thinking of this, Jiang Yan blushed and moved closer.

"...Wake up?" Tan Tianzheng's slightly hoarse voice came, and Jiang Yan quickly responded: "Uncle Tan..."

As soon as the voice fell, I felt a big hand covering my forehead: "Fortunately, the fever has subsided."

Jiang Yan stared blankly at him turning on the bed light, and then whispered: "Uncle Tan...I'm hungry..."

Tan Tianzheng rubbed his heart and responded: "There are quick-frozen wontons in the refrigerator, cook them yourself."

Jiang Yan responded, then sat up and put on his shirt.

If it was normal, Mr. Jiang would definitely get angry. After all, he was sleepy by a man, which made his whole body ache, but Tan Tianzheng didn't even want to cook a meal for him.

But because it was Tan Tianzheng, he didn't get angry at all, so he obediently got up and went to the kitchen.

Jiang Yan groped for a while, turned on the kitchen light and fiddled with it for a while, the living room gradually filled with the aroma of wontons.

He stirred the soup pot with a spoon, tasted it like a dragonfly dipping in the water, and then nodded in satisfaction. Although he was spoiled and spoiled and never cooks, he is still good at quick-frozen food.

After taking out the fragrant wontons, Jiang Yan thought that Tan Tianzheng probably hadn't eaten yet, and was about to bring a bowl to the man, when Tan Tianzheng's deep voice came from the kitchen door: "It's cooked well."

"Uncle Tan, can you eat with me too?"

A white shirt was worn on Jiang Yan's bare legs, which made him look even more slender, with fair thighs. Tan Tian glanced between his legs, nodded and returned to the living room.

In front of the large dining table, the two sat facing each other. Jiang Yan looked at Tan Tianzheng expectantly: "Uncle Tan, is it delicious?"

Tan Tianzheng lowered his head and took a sip of seafood wonton soup, then nodded his approval.

Jiang Yan was so happy that he almost wanted to jump up, and ate the small wontons in the bowl.

"I remember when I was young, my dad was very busy with business, and my mother couldn't cook... My two older sisters were outside, so I was often hungry..."

Jiang Yan put down the bowl and chopsticks and looked at the soup shining in the exquisite porcelain bowl: "I just remember, the earliest nanny in our family, I called her grandma... The wontons she cooked were the best wontons I have ever eaten ..."

"And her hands, full of scars, calluses... burns... and small knife scars... Do you know...Although I called her Grandma, I found out later that she is only 20 years old..."

Tan Tianzheng put down the spoon and listened to him quietly.

"These people are really bitter, you say... But if there is a way, who can go to other people's homes as servants and serve strangers..."

Jiang Yan's words were unintentional, but Tan Tianzheng was deeply moved.

He recalled that when he first met Shi Guanmo, Guanmo was held by his father, his delicate face was full of nervousness, and his father also looked hesitant: "Sir, madam... I am here to work. …this is my son…"

"The family's economy is really not good, so I took the child and left the country, hoping that he can study and learn something useful..."

Tan Tianzheng was very impressed, with that simple face, the child he was holding had strange eyes, as if he couldn't integrate into this world.

People always say that life is hard, but not at the worst, at most for a while.

But Guan Mo has suffered all his life.

Even when he left, he didn't wear a decent and complete piece of clothing. Most of them were mended and worn for many years.